Thread: The Leaving

Sleep in an orange grove.

Yawn and count a hundred dimples
on carroty skin.

And bring them home to me
so I can pierce cloves
into nature’s ball.

It seems we have
nothing better to do,
after all.

So,it comes to this.

Turning to fruits,
sucking them dry
like our desiccated eyes.

No more tears left
and I’m thirsty for
travel, a trek, a tournament
where life is a tennis court.

I chance it.
Where the net brings
dynamism to my damn
dinosaur heart.

Remain content
sleeping in an orange grove.
May the butterflies
never disturb your slumber
for I will not be there
with cloves.

I will love you
from the other side
of the world.


I'm glad to be back and have missed you all. I've been busy changing the course of my life as this poem reflects. Namaste, Laurie

Welcome back Laurie, And you've given us a wonderful poem, too. Showing a life that took a chance, and unfortunately, it didn't go as hoped. I particularly liked these lines:

I chance it.
Where the net brings
dynamism to my damn
dinosaur heart.

Thank you for the welcome back, Cindy. Whew! Glad you liked the alliteration. I thought it might be a bit heavy handed. Repeated it out loud and decided it would pass, especially depending how it was read.

Showing a life that took a chance, and unfortunately, it didn't go as hoped.

The real chance was about setting out on my own. What to expect? But, yes. A life that did not go as hoped.

It's so so nice to finally have you again on the board. Welcome back, Laurie!

The figurative approach in this piece is so inviting. And this topic, this title of yours, is one of life's truth. Despite the speaker's will to explore a 'new world', she/he still intends to love the 'old one' from another angle. Your ending was very powerful, Laurie. It spoke to me.

Uzo.

Thank you, Uzo, for the kind welcoming back.

will to explore a 'new world', she/he still intends to love the 'old one' from another angle.

You picked up on the powerful. We have enough bitterness in this world.
So, a union gets old, worn but not necessarily broken. If this could only be the world's truth.

It is so good to hear from you again, Laurie.

And this verse surmises your life to me, where your life has been tossed around like a tennis ball on the court:

No more tears left
and I’m thirsty for
travel, a trek, a tournament
where life is a tennis court.

I do know this is a poem written from the depths within you, Laurie. Keep changing your course.

Cindy

That first stanza was nothing short of brilliant. Great piece - thanks for sharing!

Thank you Cindy and Glass. I feared it would be a flop because I was writing so soon after a very emotional event. Thank you Cindy for cheering me on and Glass "brilliant" is certainly nice to hear! Yours, Laurie